#how to cure pigmentation on face

[dermatouchskincare]

How to remove pigmentation from face permanently

Removing pigmentation from your face permanently can be challenging, and it often requires a combination of treatments and a commitment to a long-term skincare routine. However, there are various treatments and strategies you can try to significantly reduce the appearance of pigmentation and maintain a more even skin tone. It's important to note that results can vary depending on the type and severity of pigmentation. 

Let’s see How to remove pigmentation from face permanently  

Consult a Dermatologist:  

It's essential to consult a dermatologist for a thorough evaluation of your skin and to determine the type and cause of pigmentation. They can recommend appropriate treatments tailored to your specific condition.  

Topical Treatments:

Prescription Creams:

Dermatologists may prescribe topical creams containing ingredients like hydroquinone, retinoids, corticosteroids, or kojic acid to lighten pigmented areas.

Vitamin C Serum:

Topical serums with vitamin C can help reduce pigmentation and even out skin tone. These are available over-the-counter.

Chemical Peels:

Chemical peels involve the application of a chemical solution to remove the top layer of skin, which can reduce the appearance of pigmentation. This should be done under the guidance of a dermatologist.

Microdermabrasion:

Microdermabrasion is a non-invasive procedure that exfoliates the skin's surface to improve pigmentation and overall skin texture. Multiple sessions may be required.

Laser Therapy:

Various laser treatments, such as IPL (intense pulsed light) and fractional laser, can target pigmented areas and stimulate collagen production. These treatments should be performed by qualified specialists.

Microneedling:

Microneedling involves tiny needles creating controlled micro-injuries in the skin, which can help reduce pigmentation and promote collagen production.

Sun Protection:

The most critical step in managing pigmentation is sun protection. Use a broad-spectrum sunscreen with at least SPF 30 daily, even on cloudy days, to prevent further pigmentation.

Skincare Routine:

Follow a consistent skincare routine that includes gentle cleansing, moisturizing, and using products with ingredients like niacinamide, alpha hydroxy acids (AHAs), or licorice root extract, which can help improve pigmentation over time.

Avoid Picking or Scrubbing:

Avoid picking at your skin or using harsh scrubs, as this can worsen pigmentation and potentially cause scarring.

Healthy Lifestyle:

Maintain a healthy lifestyle with a balanced diet and adequate hydration. Avoid smoking and excessive alcohol consumption.

It's important to note that pigmentation issues can vary in severity and type, and not all pigmentation can be completely removed. Be patient, as it may take several months to see visible improvements. Always follow your dermatologist's advice and recommendations for a safe and effective treatment plan and be patient with the process. Consistent sun protection and skincare are crucial for long-term maintenance of an even skin tone.   

[fairyysoup]

the devil i know

chapter three: i smoke out your darkest side

(repost)

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pairing(s): crossroads demon!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: Your favorite accidental demon boy toy maims your piece of shit manager, learns a bit about your past, and visits you in a dream.

cw: explicit, witch!reader, reader is 21+, eddie is immortal, deal with a demon, inspired by american and european folklore, sacrilegious themes, wet dreams, lucid dreaming, handjobs, skin on skin grinding, teasing, horror, very intense bodily harm done to a minor character (tongues are lost), blood, gore, bullying/harassment, mention of past abusive ex, dead dove: do not eat

please check masterlist and individual parts for content warnings before reading. this fic contains dark themes. your media consumption is your own responsibility.

ALL OF MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI

EASTWICK, YOUR JUNIOR YEAR

The book you found at the garage sale a town over has to be fake. Right? You’ve spent weeks flipping through it, looking at the pages and reading the words over and over, trying to somehow carve them into your memory. 

It seems so improbable, but the notion bounces around in your skull for so long that it grips hold somewhere in there, wiggling down into your belief system until you just can’t seem to get rid of it. 

Magic is real. Witchcraft exists. It has existed, in different forms, throughout history. You’ve just never considered that you could practice it for yourself, until now.

Part of the reason that you decide to try it is that you want to see what’ll happen. You have an insatiable curiosity, and if it works out, you may have just discovered the cure to all that ails you, so to speak. But the other part of it is a quiet desperation for something more. 

Being sixteen sucks. But being sixteen in a small, puritanical town that’s stuck in the past, when you’re considered too weird to eat in the cafeteria without getting wads of gum stuck into your hair by the assholes on the football team, is worse. 

You have no support system, and no way out. Your family won’t even pretend to understand. So, you’re taking to naïve leaps of faith, instead.

The moon is bright enough to illuminate the clouds moving in the sky around it. The air is thick with late spring mugginess and oncoming rain, stifling your skin. The candles arranged in a circle around you don’t help with the heat. Beneath you on the dirt, you’ve used red painter’s pigment to sketch out a pentacle, for lack of a better understanding of how to “cast a circle.”

In your hand, the little cloth doll you’d amateurly sewn together stares back at you with two black button eyes. You’d been very careful when you clipped off a piece of Matt Anderson’s backpack strap to tie around its neck. The wad of ABC gum that he’d shoved into your hair is wrapped in it, and stuffed inside the doll’s body, making it lumpy– but it doesn’t have to look perfect.

It just has to work.

You pick up a cheap plastic cigarette lighter and flick it on. The flame glows yellow in the dark, illuminating the crude red smiley face you’d drawn onto the doll’s head. 

Fucking Matt.

The polyester cloth sizzles when you hold the flame to it, barely singeing the edges. All your rage, all your pent up anger and aggression toward him and the impromptu haircut he caused, floods out of you. The smiley face warps. One of the little button eyes pops off. The stuffing inside is going to catch on in a second–

“Oh, my GOD. What are you doing?”

You drop the lighter with a yelp. Over your backyard fence, your neighbor, Jessica, stares at you with wide eyes.

Jessica is your age, your longtime neighbor and one-time friend, when you were very little. You grew apart in middle school, when she discovered cheerleading and you discovered teen angst. She doesn’t talk to you much anymore, unless it’s to give you a hollow, backhanded compliment.

“Jess– I didn’t– what are you doing?” You squint at her in the darkness. Her blonde hair is up in foam rollers, a baby blue bathrobe wrapped around her willowy shoulders.

“Well I saw fire out here when I was getting ready for bed and I wanted to see what was– I wanted to make sure you weren’t, like, in trouble.” She takes in the circle of candles around the red pentacle, the lighter, the mutilated doll in your hand. “Are you, like… a Devil worshipper?”

“What?” You stand up, still clutching the doll in your hand. “No, why would you ask that?”

“Well, I mean… Reverend Tanner was talking about ‘em in church the other day, and I just thought…” She looks you up and down. Her eyes linger on your oversized Black Sabbath t-shirt, your hands covered in red pigment and soot from the spell you were attempting. “It’s okay, I’m not gonna say anything. I promise.”

“Jess, I’m not a Devil wor–”

“It’s… it’s alright. It’ll be our secret.” Jessica gives you a wobbly, forced smile that you know means she’s lying. 

Your eye twitches in annoyance. You probably should say something. Plead your case, make her understand that this isn’t Devil worship. Tell her that whatever the hell she listens to the preacher at the local parish say about ‘lunatic Satan worshippers consorting with the Devil’ doesn’t apply to you, and frankly, probably doesn’t exist the way she thinks it does. 

Instead, you just sigh. You can’t foresee her being as big of a problem as Matt or any of his cronies. She isn’t vindictive as all that. “Sure, Jess. Our secret.”

“I, um. Sorry, I’m just gonna…” Jessica gestures over her shoulder, and then retreats back toward her house. Her fluffy pink slippers scuff the wood of her patio as she glances back at you cautiously, like she’s afraid you’ll chase after her. 

You watch her disappear inside. Then, with a roll of your eyes, you irritatedly hold the lighter’s flame to the Matt doll, and let it catch fire in your hands. You toss it into an empty Folgers coffee canister and let it burn to shit before you blow out the candles and go back inside. The pentacle on the ground will be washed away with the rain by the morning.

Fuck it all.

As soon as Colin enters his house, Eddie appears on the horizon like a stoic angel bearing a message.

Actually, that’s a fucking lie. He makes the walls cry blood. Always wanted to do that, at least once.

Colin’s a little pipsqueak of a guy in his early thirties, with prematurely thinning hair and skinny legs that make his pants look way too big on him no matter what size he wears. Eddie finds it hard to take him seriously– especially when he’s cowering in a corner brandishing a wooden crucifix like Eddie’s some kind of movie vampire.

“Colin– hey.” Eddie smacks the crucifix out of the guy’s hand, sending it clattering across the floor. Red ooze drips over Colin’s shoulder as he flinches away, whimpering and crying. Eddie rolls his eyes. “Christ, you people are so easy to scare. Okay. Here’s how this is gonna go– you’re gonna quit your job, and I’m gonna make you vomit green pea soup, and then we both go our separate ways and never have to see each other again. Sound good?”

Eddie pauses, tilting his head and squinting at Colin as he starts whispering something. It’s so quiet and wobbly with tears that he can’t quite make it out, so he has to lean close to Colin’s trembling face.

“–thy kingdom come thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, give us this day our daily bread–”

Eddie sighs. “That’s not gonna work.” 

“–forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us–”

“Colin, I’m losing my patience.”

“–lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil–”

“COLIN!” Eddie’s head explodes into a storm of snarling beasts, screeching demons and eldritch beings whirling around each other in a tempest that could rival the Tasmanian Devil. A monstrous jaw with three rows of razor sharp teeth unhinges in front of Colin’s screaming face, roaring at him, showing him the glowing pit of hellfire deep in Eddie’s chest.

Colin continues shrieking even after Eddie’s face returns to normal. Eddie rocks back on his heels, inching away from the puddle of urine Colin just released onto the floor. 

“I warned you,” Eddie murmurs. “Needed you to shut up. Now,” Eddie snatches Colin’s phone from the coffee table, pushing it at him. “Call your stupid fucking boss and quit your job so I can get back to my girl.”

Blubbering, Colin juggles the phone in his trembling hands. It takes three tries for him to unlock the damn thing.

After it’s done, Eddie takes the phone from Colin and tosses it over his shoulder. “You just got off so fucking easy– they teach you those fucking manners in Sunday school, too? Stealing tips, making her clean the goddamn bathrooms on her hands and knees. I’d love to kick your teeth in–”

“W-wait–” Colin sniffles, sitting up in his corner. “That’s your girl? The witch?” 

Eddie leans back, his jaw clicking into place as he readjusts it– unhinging it like that always misaligns it. He scrutinizes Colin’s expression; the blubbering, frightened little cretin is gone, replaced by a wild eyed and angry zealot. 

“Oh, my god. Oh my GOD, so it’s true?” Colin laughs hysterically. “You know they say she burned down her neighbors house because they saw her worshiping the Devil?”

Eddie blinks. “What fucking year is this? 1692?”

Colin doesn’t answer, just continues, “And she never got caught. They couldn’t prove it was her. But now, I bet…”

Colin trails off. There’s something dark and menacing in Eddie’s eyes that wasn’t there before– not even when he lost his temper. Lava pools whirling and stormy, boiling and angry like the buildup before an eruption. 

Fear shoots directly into Colin’s mind so hard that he gives a startled jump. After years of skillful practice, Eddie has figured out how to play with people’s emotions in quite the literal sense. Sometimes, he does it harder than necessary. 

“I– I mean–” Colin backtracks, “I’m not gonna say anything. I promise. I– I fucking swear on my life–”

“I don’t care about your life,” Eddie says, his voice as flat as he can make it. “I care about hers.” 

“Please– please don’t kill me!”

“No, I’m not gonna kill you.” Eddie looks momentarily as though he’s considering launching himself forward and throttling the cowering man, but he sets aside his sudden temperament. “I promised her that I wouldn’t. Which… complicates things.”

Colin squirms. “It… it does?”

“Mm.” Eddie nods, his hands pressed together under his nose as though in prayer. “Because you’re obviously not gonna keep your trap shut, so I have to do it for you.”

Eddie stands as Colin retches. His body contorts on the floor, wailing and gurgling until a projectile stream of blood bursts forth and splatters across the living room hearth. In the midst of the puddle of blood, a writhing tongue curls and twitches, severed on one end like it was cut with a sharp blade.

Colin collapses in a pool of his own fluids. He’ll live. Unfortunately.

Eddie dusts his hands off on his pants and whistles. Out of the shadows, the smoky impression of a dog appears, its glowing red eyes piercing through the darkness and mirroring Eddie’s. 

“Dante,” Eddie mutters to the shadow of the rottweiler, standing at attention and waiting for instructions. The dog gives a short whuff of acknowledgement. Eddie snaps his fingers, points at Colin’s disembodied tongue. “Dinner.”

Dante barks and falls upon the tongue enthusiastically. It’s been a while since Eddie’s hellhounds had any fresh meat, only being fed by the souls of the condemned in the Otherworld. 

Eddie turns around in a circle, staring around at Colin’s less than stellar apartment setup. He can’t really judge, he was never much of a housekeeper either, but this guy is on a whole other level.

It takes a minute, but he finds what he was looking for beneath Colin’s mattress– hilariously predictable– in a tin pencil box. There’s about $300 in cash, singles and fives and a few twenties in the mix. A couple receipts from a Coinstar machine, as well.

Eddie snatches up the wad of money and shoves it into his back pocket.

You’ve managed to have one or two lucid dreams in your life. In the past they’ve been something mundane– walking through a city or having a talk with an elderly gentleman on a park bench.

This one is different. You open your eyes to something entirely unexpected. 

Your dream is bright and colorful, despite it being perpetually twilight. As you gain lucidity, you pick up on different things– damp grass on your bare back, skin on skin, a gentle caress up a naked thigh. You turn your head, and you find Eddie there next to you, stirring as if rousing from a dream of his own.

You– or, your subconscious– has already taken the liberty of stripping him of his clothes, and you lay in the tall grass of a meadow. Your arms are around him, your leg hooked over his waist. He pets your thigh, soft and gentle like he’s doing it mindlessly. 

Your hand wraps around his cock and he startles, his eyes flying open as he gasps.

“Oh. This is, um…” Eddie turns his head towards you, snickering as a warm flush spreads across his cheeks. Ringed hands– because of course, your mind would keep the rings in there– come up to cover his face.

You giggle. “Hello, handsome.”

He grumbles something, but he doesn’t manage to say anything of real importance before he moans. You squeeze his cock and roll your wrist, stroking him torturously slow. He throbs in your grip, needy and jumping when you skim your fingers over the vein that runs along his shaft.

“Well, you, um–” Eddie huffs and cracks a smile, dragging his hands down his face as he does to clear away the grogginess that comes from stepping into the astral plane. “You sure know how to make a demon feel special.”

“Not what you had in mind?” you ask, and your voice has a sultry dip to it that makes the demon squirm. 

“Mm, I figured–” Eddie’s breath catches in his throat when you lean over and spit onto his cock. The sound that kicks up from it is salacious, a lewd squelch that completely contradicts your pastoral surroundings. You watch him, as his mouth hangs open in shock for a moment. His head drops back against the ground, baring the jumping muscles of his long neck for your consideration. “Fuck– figured you dream about unicorns and lollipops or some shit.”

You hum, looking pointedly down at where your hand strokes him between his legs. “Well, you’re half right. S’what you get for hijacking my dream, you little shit,” you mutter, but it doesn’t come out as caustically as you want it to, because you litter his chest with kisses. 

“I just wanted to talk.” He tilts his head, giving you a pointed look. “You seem to have other plans.”

“Well, it’s my dream, and you caught me in a mood, so.” You shrug, rolling your thumb over the head of his cock. You’re gazing down at it like it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen, with heavy-lidded eyes and your bottom lip caught between your teeth. 

Eddie groans and bucks his hips up into your fist. His hand comes up to grab your shoulder, a warm touch that sends a shudder through you. “Remind me to do that more often?”

You shake your head slowly. “Nuh-uh, this is a one time thing. You said you wanted to talk, so talk.” 

You hadn’t realized just how much his presence would affect you, even just in your dreams. Everything about him screams for you to unhinge yourself, against your better judgment; his eyes, his scent, even his voice beckons you. Something not quite human or tangible pulls at your senses and clutches at your chest, and you’re not sure if it’s hunger or lust or something else entirely, some other primitive urge that you’re feeling in force.

Eddie sucks in a long breath through his teeth, his eyes falling to your hand as it works over him. His own tremble, holding back from touching you how he wants. 

“There’s, um. You asked me to– uh–” You start trailing your tongue along his chest in a way that makes him lose his train of thought, your lips dragging over his skin, heavenly soft. “Uhhh– not kill that guy for you. So I didn’t.”

“Good.” 

“I cut out his tongue, though.”

“Eddie.”

“Sorry.” He isn’t, really. You can feel it, and you can see it in the ghost of a smile on his face. “He was gonna say some shit about you worshipping the Devil. Called you a witch.”

“Everyone already does. And they’re right, aren’t they?” You sigh, and your breath whispers across his overheated skin. “I’m worshipping a devil right now.”

You’re bolder in your sleep. You guess because, to your subconscious mind, there isn’t as much to be afraid of in dreams. Especially in dreams that you can control. All your hang-ups are, well… hung up. And you can let yourself be as promiscuous as you want, at least until you wake up. 

You bite at a spot on his neck that makes him lose his composure. Eddie chews his lip and groans, his eyes nearly rolling back into his skull. He grabs your hip and flips you, until your back hits the grass and his hips rest between your legs. 

Your heart pounds in your chest as you gaze up at him. Eddie’s beautiful, so impossibly stunning that it nearly frightens you, almost as much as this aching want burning inside of you does. His dark hair hanging around his face, his flushed skin and glowing amber eyes. He’s the picture of immortal beauty and power, and he’s yours.  

His lips are so close to yours, his mouth open so that his breath gets caught in your lungs. His nose bumping your own, almost like he means to kiss you. 

Eddie rocks his hips, and you feel his erection grind against your cunt. Splitting the seam of your pussy, parting around him as he slides the length of it against you, getting it wet with your arousal. He isn’t… he isn’t fucking you, per se. But it would take just the slightest hitch of his hips, just a little press forward to change that. 

You whimper, clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his back. “Eddie…”

“So you want to play games, huh?” he murmurs, his voice low and bassy in his chest.

You roll your hips up into his. You can’t help it– the slick, soft glide of his cock through your folds, the head catching against your clit feels too good. His lips on your skin, his breath in your ear. It’s been way too fucking long for you, since someone touched you like this. Your head drops back on your shoulders, your back arching as you moan–

You wake up.

You fucking. Wake. Up.

You lay, disoriented, on your bed. Your hand rests on your sweaty forehead as your pussy throbs, hot and angry between your legs. Seething with rage and neglect, begging for the job to be finished. 

It was so real. It felt so real, and so good, and you had to go and ruin it.

His scent remains. His smoke fills your lungs, eating up all your oxygen and making your head spin. You struggle to find your balance somehow, trying to quell the ache between your legs, trying to snap back to a reality where you weren’t just about to fuck your dream demon.

“Did you burn down someone’s house?”

You yelp, bolting to sit up in bed. His scent wasn’t just a leftover memory from your dream. You search through the darkness until your eyes find him sitting in the antique chair in the corner of your room, facing the bed, lit only by streaks of light filtering through the blinds from the streetlamp outside. He reclines, immobile, seemingly relaxed as his eyes glow warm and nearly gold in the low light.

You simply cannot handle this right now. Not while you’re coming down from a very near orgasm you just had because of him. 

“What?”

“The guy, Colin–” Eddie continues, as if he’s completely unaware of the absolute torture you’re going through. “He said you burned down someone’s house. Your neighbor’s?”

You wonder for a moment if you could hate him for this, but you already know the answer. You could never hate him. Not really.

“C’mon, you can tell me,” he coos, and then winks. “Tell me and I’ll give you a present.”

You squint at him. He can’t possibly mean what you think he means. You get a mental image of him between your legs, his eyes glowing as he peers up at you, his mouth closed over your cunt. 

He smirks like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. The fucker. 

“Yeah,” you admit, drawing your knees up to your chest. “Yeah, uh. My fucking neighbor– she started a rumor that I was a Satanist in high school. Got everyone in on it. So, I threw a Molotov through her kitchen window.”

Eddie nods slowly. “Amazing de-escalation tactic.”

“It’s not like I genuinely tried to burn down the place,” you huff. “How was I supposed to know they’d just had the floor waxed?”

Eddie laughs, rocking forward in his seat. His eyes sparkle and his smile is sharp when he pulls a wad of money out of his pocket, holding it up between two fingers. “Your tip money. Your wish, my command.”

You’re taken aback, gazing at the paper that seems so bright in the darkness. “Well, that was relatively painless.”

“Was it?” It’s barely a whisper, but something you were meant to hear. Holding his jaw in his hand, fingers splayed across his cheek, he watches you with growing intensity. “Come and take it, then.”

The knowing smile on his lips issues a challenge, one that you would walk away from in any other circumstance. He knows very well what he’s doing. He can read your thoughts, that much is obvious. And since it seems they’re always in the gutter now, he knows how you’re squirming beneath your skin at the sight of him. 

You wonder if you were really the one who ended the dream.

Refusing to breathe– you’re afraid that if you do, the sound of it would give you away– you crawl out of your bed and stand on shaky legs. One look at him tells you he’s gloating, watching the way that you struggle.

Ohhhh you hate him. You hate him, you hate him.

You cross the room toward him, moving slower than necessary in order to steel yourself to the shortening distance between you. You stop short of his legs, extended out and crossed at the ankles.

Eddie doesn’t move, his elevated hand still holding the wad of money. “C’mon then, tough girl.”

You stare at him, trying not to give yourself away, trying for all the world not to scream or throw yourself on him. You hesitantly step forward and snatch the money out of his hand before taking a long step back. 

“Thank you, Eddie,” you say mildly, trying to keep your voice steady. Even his name sends a rush of warmth through you. The word burns on your wrist. Your body shakes against your will.

Shit. Fuck. God damn it.

He chuckles, standing from the chair, looming over you. “Anything else I can help you with?”

You squint up at him, your voice shaking as much as your hands, now. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Right. It was a one time thing, wasn’t it?”

The expression on his face is somewhere between affection and condescension as he suppresses a grin. His hand comes up and he pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, urging you to look up into his eyes. 

A note of fondness oozes into his tone. “Don’t play games with me, sweetheart. You won’t win.”

Eddie’s touch sends a shock wave through your body, a shiver so strong that your eyes flutter shut. His voice is so soft, so lovingly gentle that it nearly makes you break down, knees weakening, head spinning. 

He leans forward, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. “I’ll be here, whenever you change your mind.” 

There’s an edge to his voice, a tone that hints at some sort of plea in there. You don’t know what it could be for– sex? Your trust?

You trust him to protect you. You approach him the same way you might approach a spirit in your house– unfamiliar, sure, but not immediately a threat as far as you know. Here, let me offer you half of my muffin as long as you don’t set my house on fire, okay? Maybe don’t kill that guy. Or maybe do. Depends on my mood.

You purse your lips, thankful that he doesn’t look at you when you say, “I know.” 

You sound a lot more sure than you feel. You desperately want to grab him and kiss him, throw him on the bed and finish what you started in that dream. 

Except, you’re afraid. A dream is one thing; sex in the waking world is another. You’re tiptoeing around some strange patron demon-human relationship that you don’t know how to navigate. It’s in the contract that you have to fuck him, eventually. But you and relationships don’t have a good history, and you’re a little frightened that if you make that leap on your own, it’s only going to end badly. 

You think of Andy. You think of your abusive ex who still just hangs around, waiting to intimidate you. You think of the reason why you went out to make a deal with Eddie, and you think of the dog tag that you buried as an offering because Andy had taken the last thing you truly loved from you.

You know that Eddie isn’t just some normal guy you’re dealing with. Your attraction to him goes against everything that you understand, but it makes sense, doesn’t it? Because you try. You try and try, and you’re a good girl until you’re pushed too far, and then you do something stupid like make a deal with a demon because you’re sick of having to just be strong on your own. And suddenly you want to fuck that demon’s brains out so bad that it’s keeping you up at night.

But… you don’t know him. Not really. And as bad as you want him, with your body screaming for him, it’s still enough to make you hesitate. 

There’s a subtle movement of Eddie’s head, like maybe he can sense your indecision. Maybe he’ll end that torture for you. He’ll read the brimming anxiety in your thoughts and give you what you’re too afraid to ask for. Sex. Sex with Eddie. Sex with your demon… whatever he is.

Sex with his infernal majesty of freaks and misfits.

But he doesn’t. Without another word, Eddie turns, and he disappears into your bedroom mirror. Leaving you to flop down onto your bed, punch your pillow, and scream.

[dork-a-doodle]

Animal Talent!Scar and his trusty steed, Jellie the cat!

Also I wanted to infodump about the ConVex in this AU:

Fairies become Vexes when directly exposed to large amounts of corrupted magic which changes them both physically and mentally, making them vicious and blood thirsty

The process is reversible, but requires restraining the Vex which can be quite the challenge. And even when cured, the Vex magic will leave permanent changes to the fairy’s body, like lingering blue pigmentation, slightly sharpened teeth and altered wing shape

Neither Cub nor Scar will tell anyone how exactly they managed to expose themselves to enough corrupted magic to get turned into Vexes

But based on the faces they make when asked, it probably happened because they were doing something very, very stupid.

[changelingsandothernonsense]

I'm still learning about your OCs so I don't have much on headcanons. So instead, I hope it's okay I ask questions so I can learn more! c: Answer for Josh, Sydari, or Erra, or all! Whichever you prefer. Would love to hear you yap about them!!

Do they have any unusual traits/behavior/habits?

2. What is their most controversial belief or stance?

3. How would their closest companion describe them?

Hello! Thank you for the questions!

1. Do they have any unusual traits/behavior/habits? Sydari: Outside of having the power to shake the earth with her voice (when it's not worn out thanks to damage done to her vocal cords), Sydari tends to appear crushingly normal. This is all by design, of course. She's found over the years that drawing attention to one's self can have very negative consequences, particularly in her line of work.

She's worked hard on maintaining a visage of normalcy whilst pulling at the underworld of Riften in the shadows. As far as Skyrim is concerned, the Nightingale and the Thane of Honeyside/Dragonborn are two different people and she'd like to keep it that way. She's so unsuspect that it's suspect. Erra: Erra would not consider the way he looks to be unusual but he tends to stand out a lot when wandering around House Dunmer settlements. This is mostly to do with Erra having a very obvious Ashlander appearance, despite having technically left that life behind. Firstly, he has his coming of age scarification, a series of small, circular scars that frame his face as well as a pigment filled scar that cuts through his bottom lip when he completed the Trial of the Warrior. Ritual scarification in this manner is generally an Ashlander thing, with a few Redoran influenced sects of the Tribunal Temple practising their own versions with different ceremonies. Erra tends to follow a different grooming routine than settled Dunmer. This can mostly be seen in how he wears his hair, which he prefers to keep long, or the fact that he keeps body hair untouched. Cutting one's hair is a sign of mourning in his culture so he finds the idea of cutting it into one of the more popular styles to be a bit odd.

He has a very thick Ashlander accent and is very soft-spoken.

Josh: Josh looks like a Velothi from the Eastern Ashlands (because his father was) and has been treated as such his whole life. He is generally taller than your average settled Dunmer by a lot, and he tends to have a love hate relationship with his Ashlander side up until he meets Erra. He ended up with a lot of very particular scarring after trying to get his corprus cured. During the height of his fame as the Nerevarine he could generally be identified by the hand shaped scar on his left arm in particular. That and the ring that he can't take off.

Josh fidgets a lot, either by drumming his fingers on things or tapping his foot. He's an extremely restless guy and can't sit still for very long without something to occupy him. Oh and he has a huge knife collection. That and the even bigger web of lies he's constructed to hide his identity after the Second Battle of Red Mountain.

2. What is their most controversial belief or stance? Sydari: "Every interaction is a business exchange. This includes making deals with the gods." Erra: "Not every tradition must be followed to the letter. Our people cannot grow if we do not choose to be better". Josh: "Slavery is wrong and you should burn for allowing it." (Josh and Erra are products of late 3rd Era Morrowind, where vanilla takes were controversial.)

3. How would their closest companion describe them?

Sydari: From Joshi's POV: I wish I was as sure of myself when I went to face my destiny. The truth is, Miluth never needed my input or advice. She's doing far better taking on the whims of gods than I ever did. She makes me want to be better, more present, to not run away. I'm terrified that I'll fuck up again and lose her forever this time. Erra: Joshi's POV again: You ever seen someone skewer a cliff racer at a five yurt pace through the neck with a single arrow? Then you have no ability to understand how fucking brilliant he is! Like yeah, there are good archers out there, but not one has compared to what I've seen him do.

Then I get to have him all to myself because everyone else is a cunt and doesn't deserve his embrace. Josh: From Erra's POV: Teldryn is a very different mer if you take the time to get to know him. He puts on a tough exterior that is a little callous at times but that is not truly him. Not in my experience.

If you want to see the Teldryn I know, ask him about his letter chart. I do not understand any of it, I do not speak the language of the Old Elves but he does. He believes he can crack something from what he has found written in stone. I believe he used the term "Reconstruct". I am constantly distracted by the light in his eyes when he speaks on it. That and how he bounces when he makes progress on his project.

From Sydari's POV: Tel tends to be very closed off, aloof would be an apt description. It takes a lot of effort to crack him and actually get a straight answer from the guy. If I'm honest, I've almost given up on a few occasions. It's strange how compartmentalised he can be, even more so than myself. It's like he's wrapped in several advanced puzzle locks, and each one requires a riddle to solve.

If you don't find the master key, that is.

I still wish Tel had told me who he was before I found his dossier, but I guess a part of me understands why he keeps his identity a close guarded secret for so long. I really don't think he associates who he is now with the title of Nerevarine. There's a new side to him once you unlock the truth that is extremely vulnerable and scared. I wish I could see what he was like before the gods crushed his spirit. There's hints of an excitable, very intelligent mer behind the layers he wraps himself in. I want to help draw that out of him as best as I can.

[alt-wannabe]

MCSR D&D

after a long LONG time, i've finished up mime's character sheet!

Knowledge Domain Cleric 15

i was gonna wait to post this but i'm currently trapped in airport purgatory so i have time to write this all out

more below the cut!

Wisdom needed to be cranked bc cleric but I knew I wanted Intelligence to be high as well. After that it was just luck of the dice since I roll the ability scores. I didn't put tooooo much thought into how I scored the other abilities- just knew I didn't want charisma lowest bc I personally find Mime funny af.

So sorry for how huge that photo is- taking a screenshot of a non-multiclass spell list is HARD. Any spell that says "Always Prepared" came with the Knowledge Domain and honestly I think they're all spells I would've picked for Mime anyways. They emphasize organization, scouting, and acquiring intel aka Mime's spreadsheet nonsense. In terms of playability spells that a cleric needs, I picked Guidance, Resistance, Spare the Dying, Bless, Cure Wounds, Enhance Ability (also inspired by Captain Mime leading HBG through bedrock MCC), Mass Healing Word, Revivify, Spirit Guardians (fun fact my fav spell in the game), Mass Cure Wounds, and Heal. Speedrunning related spells include Detect Magic, Locate Object, Locate Creature, Divination, Find the Path, and Plane Shift. For other picks we've got Sending (just like sending chat messages in game), Banishment (generally just a good spell to have- sends something to another dimension), Flame Strike (I realized he didn't have many damage spells + his mini has fire in it), Create Undead (deadass minecraft zombies is the only connection here), and Word of Recall (fully acts like a stasis pearl/pearl hang- teleports you/allies to a previous location).

This is what he's got equipment wise. In MY mind that Hat of Disguise is a beret so that's what it's gonna be. Face paint is annoyingly not an item so I've got the Marvelous Pigments and the Disguise kit as a janky dupe for mime face paint. Wings of Flying = elytra there's not really much more I can say there. Crystal Ball and the Atlas are both spreadsheet-esque research based items which inspired their pick. The mace is partially because he needed a weapon other than the cleric's starter weapon and partially because that specific mace is closest to the super cool gothic one on his mini.

Here are some class features from the Knowledge Domain! The domain as a whole/the spells are more why I chose knowledge but the class features aren't unfitting for Mime either. Knowledge of the Ages specifically is a feature I like- Mime typically has his shit together on all fronts.

This is the first time the background I picked has taken any effect on the character sheet (and I just bought a new sourcebook so suddenly I have a lot more options lmao). This Researcher feature just screams Mime to me.

That's the finished character sheet! I'm not entirely sure who's gonna be next. The campaign is taking a TON of work and I've barely made any progress so that may take a lil more focus than character sheets. I will say I have druid K4 in the back of my mind so possibly that next? We'll see! Hope y'all liked this :)

[pocket-sized-nightmare]

here’s my entry for day 3 of @gem-pearl-week 2024! today’s prompt is “flowers/decay”

It starts with a garden, as many things do.

Saint Pearl’s garden, to be exact. It’s the pride and joy of her floating island. She grows every flower and crop she can think of, then cooks it all into tasty treats or clothing dyes. Every color of the rainbow weaves through the garden’s neat rows, stretching from red poppies on one end to black wither roses on the other.

The wither roses are both a memory and a necessity. Black dye is an integral part of Pearl’s art studio, and without a squid population in her river, she needs wither roses to craft it. They’re easy enough to cultivate if you know how to harvest their seeds, and their pigment is deep enough to last for years. It doesn’t hurt that the sight of the rose blossoms is a reminder of her past and the memories she’s shared with her loved ones. As long as she avoids the thorns, the flowers are beautiful.

When Pearl needs black dye for a banner project, she returns to her garden to harvest a few wither roses. A dark layer of clouds follows her outside, followed by heavy humidity in the air. Pearl looks up and absentmindedly notes the upcoming thunderstorm, then kneels down beside the closest flower bed.

The soft scent of rose petals and smoke drifts into the air as she picks a few stems and drops them into a basket. Something about the clouds overhead leaves an odd feeling in Pearl’s chest. She shakes it off, takes a deep breath, and returns to her work. She only needs a few more flowers, anyway, and then she can go inside. She reaches out, brushes her fingers against another stem, and–

A thorn pricks her finger.

Wither poison instantly infects the cut, leaving Pearl’s right hand numb from fingertip to wrist. It’s a simple injury, easily cured with a bandage and some milk, but she can’t force herself to move her hand away from the rose. She stares in horror at the thorn in her finger as the wither poison spreads further down her arm. Her veins turn a strange shade of purple, and she can feel a numb emptiness reaching through her entire body. It’s a familiar, horrifying feeling.

She’s collapsed on the ground, trying so hard to put on a brave face. Sausage is next to her, muttering spell after spell and watching them all fail.

Pearl’s hand goes limp, and she drops the rose. She backs away from the garden in horror, barely aware of the tears pouring down her face.

She’s more afraid than she’s ever been in her life. Her whole body burns with poison and fire, but she barely feels it. Everything is swallowed up by a thick layer of grief – grief for places, for people, for memories she’ll never get back again. It’s all gone. Everything is gone.

Thunder roars overhead, and raindrops mingle with the tears in Pearl’s eyes. She stumbles backwards and falls. “It’s okay,” she mutters, desperate to believe it. “It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m alive. I’m not there anymore. It’s over. All of it is over. It’s over, it’s over, oh, void, it’s over…”

Pearl’s whole body feels numb. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest and hear her heartbeat in her ears. It’s too fast. Any second now, it’ll stop entirely. “It’s over,” Pearl whispers. “I’m alive. It’s over. I’m okay. It’s over, it’s over, make it stop, make it–”

Gem comes running outside, holding an umbrella over her head. “Pearl, what are you doing outside? It’s pouring rain!”

Pearl doesn’t look up at Gem. She stays on the ground, staring into space and muttering under her breath.

Gem notices the poison marks on Pearl’s arm. “Oh, no, did you get cut? Here, I have milk in my inventory. Drink this.”

“Get away from me,” Pearl murmurs.

Gem pulls back, startled. It’s as though Pearl doesn’t even see her. “Hey, Pearl, what’s happening? It’s okay. It’s just a wither rose.” Gem kneels down next to her and puts a hand on her shoulder. “I know it hurts, but it’s just–”

“No, stop!” Pearl shouts desperately. A burst of golden light explodes around her, burning Gem’s hands as it pushes her away. “Stop! You have to get out of here!”

As the light fades, Pearl is curled up in a ball on the ground, surrounded by a cage of golden thorns. She doesn’t even seem to see them around her. Gem stares in horror. Pearl has had mishaps with her godly powers in the past, but she’s never lost control like this before.

As Pearl sobs and struggles to catch her breath, Gem manages to make out a few words: “withering” and “said it wouldn’t happen again.” It doesn’t take long for her to put the pieces together. Oh, void, no wonder she’s so afraid.

Gem hasn’t so much as picked up a spellbook in decades, but after years of teaching wizardry to young children, counterspells are still second nature to her. She takes a deep breath, presses her hands against the cage, and whispers something inaudible.

The thorns recede slightly, but Gem can feel Pearl’s powers fighting back. Gem remembers an awful night from years ago, back in the Crystal Cliffs at the end of the world, when she had locked herself in her wizard tower and refused to let fWhip in, terrified he was another attacker coming to kidnap her again. It had taken him nearly three hours just to convince her to take down the barrier spell around the door. She can’t believe she never considered Pearl might be hiding trauma, too. “Pearl, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

“No, you have to leave,” Pearl murmurs. “Let me go. Don’t stay. I’m not losing you too–”

Gem closes her eyes and whispers a new spell. It’s a simple magic-detection charm, and it surrounds the golden thorns with purple light. “Pearl, look at me. You have to look at me. You are outside in a thunderstorm in your garden, and you pricked your finger on a wither rose.”

Pearl looks around, seeing the thorns as though for the first time. “Gem, what– you can’t be–” She struggles to catch her breath through her sobs. “You can’t be here, you’re gonna get hurt…”

“I’m not hurt, Pearl. I’m okay. I’m right here in your garden, and so are you. You are not dying. I promise. It’s going to be alright.”

Pearl curls up against the thorns, shaking uncontrollably. “I don’t know what’s happening to me. Please make it stop. Gem, I can’t make it go away…”

“I know.” Gem has never been more grateful for her education training. “Follow me.” She closes her eyes and slowly moves her hand away from the thorns. The purple light surrounding them begins to fade.

Pearl takes a shuddery breath and does the same. The thorns recede a few pixels. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Gem slowly dispels a bit more of her magic. “It’s scary. I know.”

Pearl mirrors Gem. Bit by bit, the thorns let her go. Gem presses a bucket of milk into her hands, and despite the nausea building in her stomach, she forces herself to swallow a few sips of it. A cool, soothing feeling washes over her arm as it neutralizes the poison in her veins.

Gem holds out her arms for a hug. Pearl falls into them, sobbing. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, void, I’m so sorry…”

Gem holds Pearl closer. “There’s nothing to apologize for. No one is angry. No one’s hurt, either. Not even a little bit. You went through something awful, and that doesn’t just go away. It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m right here.”

All the energy floods out of Pearl’s body, and she curls up in Gem’s arms. Gem can see the exhaustion in her eyes. “Can we go inside?” Pearl whispers in a tone that makes it clear she’s only just processed the raging thunderstorm above them.

“Of course,” Gem says as she helps Pearl to her feet. They walk into Pearl’s cottage together in silence. After a moment, Gem asks, “How many times has this happened?”

“A few.” Pearl doesn’t look up. “I’ve been trying to deal with it, but today…”

“Hey.” Gem cups Pearl’s face in her hands and kisses her on the forehead. “You don’t have to deal with this alone. You, me, Sausage… none of us came out of Empires unscathed. We’re all still healing, and that includes you.”

“But I’m supposed to protect you,” Pearl says. “That’s why I’m here.”

Gem’s heart breaks as she gazes into her partner’s eyes. How long has she believed this? “Pearl, you’re here because we love you. I love you. Not because you have anything to do for me, not because of your powers, but because you’re you. That will never change.”

“I want to believe you,” Pearl whispers. “I really do.”

“I know.” Gem squeezes Pearl’s hand. “You will, someday. And I’ll be here for you the whole time. Now, let’s go change into dry clothes, alright?”

The rest of their day is put on hold in favor of a blanket fort, a movie night with Sausage and Bubbles, and homemade pizza for dinner. Pearl’s guilt over her flashback is slowly replaced with gratitude as she curls up in the blanket fort next to her loved ones – the very reason she’s still alive to begin with. “Thank you for everything,” she whispers as she drifts off to sleep.

Gem kisses Pearl’s forehead. “Always. You deserve it.”

Despite the horrors they’ve all seen, that evening, the floating island is free of nightmares.

[steak-n-popotoes]

FFxivWrite '24 - 5

"You really drew all these yourself, kupo?"

Beef nodded. The top of his head barely peeked above the sketchbook he held up for Kupopo's perusal.

"Well, your landscapes are pretty good, and the flowers are even better - they should make for some powerful pictomancy!" the moogle exclaimed, wings fluttering and pom bouncing. "We could go over elemental pigments... but the basics are boring, kupo. Why don't we see how you fare with some other subjects, instead?"

The two relocated to their local striking dummy in order to practice a few tricks of the pictomancer's trade.

"You know kupo, I only had the one job crystal to give away anyway, so if you think about it, it's actually a bit of a blessing that you were the only adventurer interested in being my student."

Beef's only response was to stare at the moogle in silence.

"I can see you're eager to learn, so let's get started, kupo. How about we try weapons?"

After a few minutes of watching Beef stare at his beginner's palette, Kupopo thought it best to offer some more guidance. "It doesn't have to be perfect, kupo, just come up with something you can pound a few poms with."

The suggestion seemed to help somehow, as Beef snapped his fingers and began to paint, stroke by stroke. Once it had taken shape, he raised the finished piece aloft - a feat that would never have been possible were it truly a weapon forged in iron.

"A hammer, kupo? Kind of silly at that size, don't you think?"

"Dwarven decking."

"I have no idea what that means, kupo." Kupopo shrugged. "But I guess it's true what they say: when you have a kupo nut, all of your tools start to look like hammers, kupo!"

Beef didn't think he had heard that one before.

"How about we switch tactics, kupo? You could really fill any role on the battlefield, if you think about it. A pictomancer is only limited by their imagination, after all! You could draft up a shield, or even cure pain with... paint, kupo!"

Beef's face scrunched up in response. "Messy."

"Look, that's up to you and how you imagine it, kupo."

For a while Beef tried to conceptualize a depiction of healing, but the line that distinguished between these two uses of magic lay somewhere outside of his grasp. To his untrained eye, it was all just magic.

"Well, you passed the job interview, so I'm sure you've got imagination to spare, kupo." said the moogle. "If you can't visualize how casting a healing spell would look, why don't you try sketching a healer that will do it for you?"

Beef looked to Kupopo, then his brush, and then back again. After another dose of erratic encouragement from his moogle mentor, he gave his best attempt at painting L'kozu.

The resulting evocation defied all description.

"THE HAMMER, KUPO! GET THE HAMMER!"

In a panic, Beef hurriedly sketched up another hammer and scrambled to grip its handle.

"STAMP IT OUT QUICK, KUPO!!"

In a whirlwind of color and magic, he rapidly and repeatedly pounded the dissatisfactory piece until it was rendered across the V&C garden as little more than a painterly pulp.

After a few moments for the two to catch their breath, Kupopo fluttered past Gale to speak a little too close into Beef's face. "I changed my mind, kupo. Maybe we should work through the basics after all... then we'll consider building toward a living muse."

[simplydannie]

The twins have been 6 months in prison. They begin to go through the waves and motions of it all… for a moment, they think they’re safe…. Until a familiar person pays them a visit…. Then they realize… They’ll never be safe…

She sported her orange RAGEOUS DETENTION CENTER uniform. Her hair tied up its usual ponytail, silver, diamond cuffs around her wrists.

She had just gotten out of “therapy”… so they called it. Hours of being shocked, needles being poked in you… all because of the so called Troll poison.

She pulled and pulled on her cuffs.

“Wait till I can get my hands on that Troll.” She said aloud.

“Vels?” She heard a familiar voice coming through the vent that connected to the other room. “Vels was that you?”

“Veneer?” She called back. What the heck was her brother doing in an isolation room too?

“Yeah it’s me! What the heck is going on?” He called out to her.

“I don’t know. They just brought me in here. I thought you were going to therapy?” She asked.

“I thought so too…. But they shoved me in here…..I- I’m scared Vels.” She heard her brother say… she didn’t respond. Velvet was never the affectionate one… that was always Veneer. The way she showed affection was but rough play and talk.

“Well suck it up! Anybody sees you afraid, they’ll kick your butt.” She replied. The grey metal door of the room opened up, a woman walked in….. one look at her… and Velvets heart dropped. What is she doing here, she thought to herself.

“Wait for me outside.” She said over her shoulder… there they were… the two giant Bergen body guards…. Gruff and Tuff… These two were the first two Bergens Velvet had ever met… they were big and they were mean. They shut the door behind her.

“…. What the hell do you want?” Velvet asked.

“Oh, feisty one for being in jail….. I am came to deliver a message and collect a few things…She’s not happy one bit. The Mistress. She’s especially peeved at your brother.” The woman said. Velvet didn’t answer, she just stared at her with dagger eyes… if looks could kill.

“Veneer went rogue there. So what? You guys knew he would buckle eventually.” Velvet crossed her arms. “What can she do now? We’re here. Our contract has ended.”

“Why do you think I’m here? I did say I’m also here to collect a few things.” The woman said.

“Wait…..Like bail us out? I think I’d rather do my time than spend another moment of hell with her. Besides, we admitted to everything, there’s no escaping it. We’re done.” Velvet crossed her legs and arms.

��Oh really? You’re telling me that fame… that glory…people loving you left and right…. Your’e done with that?” The woman saw she hit a nerve….A pink pigmentation started glowing around Velvets eyes….So it is true, there is such a thing as Troll poison…Velvet stayed silent, voices began to fill her mind…..Stop it, stop it, she thought.

“Remember how they all loved you? They all wanted you? They all ADMIRED you, they wanted to BE you.” The woman kept talking.

“…..They did…..They did…..” Her eyes glowed brighter, a madness came across her face. “They all loved me.”

“And they can love you again. The Mistress can forgive you, she’s willing to give you another chance.” The woman added. A viscous smile grew across Velvets face…..she had her…..until….

“Don’t listen to her Vels!” Veneers voice boomed from the vent…. He was listening to every word they had said. The woman saw how Velvet broke out the trance…So her brother was the key, he was the temporary cure…Velvet stayed silent a moment…

“No. I’m done I’m not going back. I’ll take my chances here.” Velvet stayed her ground.

“Very well then.” The Rageoun woman said.

TAP….TAP…

She slowly knocked on the door. One of the Bergens entered, standing guard by the door. Velvet was confused…. Where was the other one?…. That’s when she heard comotion through the vent….in the room beside her…

“Stop it!” She heard her brother say. “Let me go!…. STOP IT!” Veneer screamed. Velvets eyes widened in horror.

“Hey!….” Velvet said. She could hear him scream… he cried in some sort of pain. “Leave him alone!” She attempted to run towards the door, but the Bergen was in her way. She continued to hear beatings and cries of pain through the vent. “Veneer!”

“Your little brother owes us for the stupidity he pulled…. Besides, we need you to comply.” The woman had a wicked smile. Blow after blow, she heard her brother cry in pain.

“We’re done just leave him alone! Please! You don’t have any more use for us!” Velvet continued to try and break through the Bergen. The Bergen pushed her back with force. Velvet fell to ground….

“Just leave me alone…..please….” She could hear her brother cry…she could tell from his voice he was broken, hurt… any more hits and surely he would be beaten to death. Velvet eyes the woman. The woman had no intention to stop the Bergen from continuously beating Veneer. She just stared at Velvet with a grin on her face.

“He’s replaceable… The Mistress truly only sees potential in you…. So what’s it going to be?” She asked.

“OKAY! ….. Okay…. I’ll do it.” Velvet complied.

“Thought so….. THATS ENOUGH!” The woman called out…. There was complete silence now in the other room….truthfully, they had no intention in killing Veneer…. Not yet. He was there leverage to get Velvet to comply…. No. Not until she was fully under the Mistresses control….. then she would kill the boy. The woman and Bergen moved out of the way. Velvet ran from her room to the next…. She found her brother laying unconscious face down.

“Veneer.” She ran to him. Flipping him around she saw his face was badly beaten… he gasped for air. “….. Vennie?” A nickname she hadn’t called him in the longest time. The woman and her two Bergens appeared in the doorway again.

“A few broken ribs… He’ll heal. That’s what happens if either of you try to break away again…. There’s no running from this…. She owns you.” The woman smiled. “Now get him up….. we’ve kept her waiting long enough.” They left the twins to themselves. Velvet looked at her brother.

“I know it’s going to hurt… but you have to stand up.” She said. Veneer felt the pain shoot through his body. He nodded. Through clenched teeth and hidden cries of pain, Veneer stood up…. He couldn’t breathe, he could hardly walk… his broken ribs caused him so much pain. Velvet swooped one of his arms over her shoulder as she helped him walk……

They were trapped. Veneer had hoped telling the truth and admitting their fraud would have gotten them away from all this. But it wasn’t enough. They were back… they were alone again….

“I miss Floyd..” Veneer murmured.

“I know…. I know.” His sister replied… but they messed that up didn’t they? Floyd had been a father figure to them after the death of their parents…. But they betrayed him, kidnapped him… tortured him….Floyd would never come back to them, let alone forgive them….They both began to think that perhaps death…. It wouldn’t be so bad… compared to this…

[dragonpower529]

Courage of the Fallen- Cookie Virus

Masterlist

Warnings: blood, body horror, infection, two character deaths, mentions of alcohol, mentions of poison

Link groaned as he sat up. He felt absolutely awful, with bleary eyes and a pounding headache. It was like he'd been drunk; it was so awful. Odd, he thought. The Picori Summer Festival was always an enjoyable event, but there had been no alcohol. And even then, he would not have drunk any. This he was sure of.

Why then did he feel like this? All he remembered eating that he had not had before was a cookie that one of the little ones had offered him. A child wouldn't poison him, would he? No, he thought, perhaps it was an ingredient only the Minish held immunity to. It must have been an accident.

This conclusion, however, did not help his awful headache. He stood and found himself in the mirror, and his own appearance gave him a start. His mouth and eyes were rainbow. He rushed to rub it off using his sleeve, but found that it would not come off. It was as if his skin was simply rainbow now. He rubbed harder one last time, and the pigment continued to persist. Then he noticed that his nails were rainbow, too. He washed them, and when nothing changed, a feeling of dread settled upon him.

He groaned again in frustration. This was just what he needed. Now he had to go ask the Minish for a cure before his grandfather or Zelda saw him, or else he'd never hear the end of it. His stomach growled angrily. Link paused. This was new. He hadn't realized he was hungry before, but now the feeling was unignorable. The visit to the Minish would have to wait. First, he had to find something to eat.

He stumbled downstairs blindly, heading toward the kitchen? When had it become so hard to see? Upon arrival, he began to eat. He lost track of time quickly; by the time he looked at the clock again his hunger only seemed worse. Desperate and mad, Link stumbled into Ezlo's room. Zelda had figured out how to separate the green parrot from the Minish Cap (now hood) a while ago, and now the belligerent bird lived with Link and his grandfather.

"Link, what on Earth have you done to your face- why are you looking at me like that? Link? Link-" the bird let out a scream of terror as the child he (sorta) helped raise descended upon him in a fit of hunger-driven madness.

When Link came to, he tried to scream, but all that came out of his mouth was a sickening laughter. He scrambled away from the now-empty bird perch. He found himself gasping as he realized he'd just devoured one of his best friends. Tears filled his eyes and he moved to cover his mouth; he only found a gaping hole where it should've been. His hand traveled down to find his lower jaw, which was must lower than it should've been. He groaned again from hunger and stood up. That was weird; he didn't recall his head ever hitting the ceiling. Did it lower? What was happening to him? He was so, so hungry.

"L-Link?"

Link turned to his grandfather with a sickening grin, hollow cackling echoing from his throat, with blood dribbling down his chin.

[bunnyinatree]

I started reading "Akata Witch" by Nnedi Okorafor yesterday, and while I want to reserve my full judgment until after I've finished the book, I just got to a bit where the protagonist Sunny realizes that her new magical powers protect her from the sun, and I... have conflicting feelings about that.

On the one hand, good for Sunny. I genuinely like her as a character, and I don't want her to have to worry about things like being sunburned indoors or carrying an umbrella outside everywhere.

But also, it's like... I wish that she could have magical powers without it healing part of her disability, you know? And it feels like what's mostly left is the social ostracism element of albinism, rather than the physical symptoms.

Like, if we think of the social model of disability, where disabilities are created rather than innate, then Sunny still has to face the consequences of living in a society that isn't tailored to her needs. But the things that wouldn't go away even if society were kinder (namely, her photosensitivity) are just gone now, and that sort of disappoints me.

I'm just under halfway through the book, and it feels as though most of Sunny's albinistic traits (Is albinistic a word??) come from outside of her self. They're things that other people can see but that she doesn't experience or feel personally, like the color of her skin and hair. But the things that affect how she senses the world, from the inside out, don't seem to have as much of a spotlight in the narrative.

Then that makes me wonder (and this is a question that I'm having trouble finding the answer to online, since I keep getting redirected to the same five FAQ-esque websites), can you have oculocutaneous albinism that doesn't affect your eyes besides lightening color? Because Sunny is described as having hazel eyes, so maybe that means she has reduced pigmentation in her eyes but not enough to result in the more eye-focused symptoms of albinism, such as photophobia and low vision? Maybe that's why the book hasn't mentioned eye pain or light sensitivity, apart from her skin, and maybe that's why she's so good at sports and hasn't talked about having trouble with depth-perception or seeing in the dark.

I'm going to finish this book no matter what and see if I can get any more answers, but I'm not certain that I'll continue with the rest of the series, unless the second half of the first installment really wows me. It's nice to see a protagonist with albinism for once, and I really like how she's associated with sun imagery, because that's something I personally relate to, and I think that the "contradiction" of sun imagery and albinism is fun. Like, "The Sun is my best friend but also out to kill me." What a mood.

Still, I'm a little sad that I haven't found the specific type of representation that I was looking for in this book. I want to see things from the lens of someone else with ocular albinism, and while it's always nice to hear about experiences that differ from my own, I do want to find at least one story that I relate to in terms of vision problems, and I don't want that story to be about a vampire this time.

I still love vampires, though, don't get me wrong. I just want the validation of, "Human beings experience this thing, too. We're not just introducing a photosensitive character so someone can shine a flashlight in their eyes to ensure a quick escape."

TLDR: Sunny is definitely a character with albinism, but to me, it doesn't feel like she has ocular albinism, too, and I'm a little sad that the story seems to have "cured" the bulk of her disability with magic.

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I've always had sanpaku eyes.

If you have sanpanku eyes you are known as a "Sanpanku" it means you have spiritual insight according to legend. If you can see the whites that surround the eye: the bottom-left-right, or even above then this is a positive omen for your life. Spiritually it means you have the ability to foresee future events. There is also a dark side to these eyes which I will go into shortly but let me first tell you about the yin and yang. The theory is that spiritually we all have opposing forces in our lives and it is thought that the sanpanku eyes can mean you are on one of two paths, these paths are known as Yin and Yang. 

The Sanpaku can be associated with both Yin and Yang and those that have these eyes have two life paths:

Yin Sanpaku - The Yin indicates that the face is dangerous and the person will give into dark thoughts. However, there are ways to overcome this. Those that have a stare, that is prolonged indicate these eyes.

Yang Sanpaku - The Yang is positive --- this indicates those that have these eyes are connected to emotions in life and the behavior that we exhibit. In the Japanese tradition, the Yang Sanpaku spiritually means conflict and self-control. 

The white on the bottom is called Sanpaku by the Japanese. Irises don't touch the bottom of your eyelid, and the whites of your eyes are visible below. Medically, these types of eyes are down to a genetic disorder known as "Sanpanku" in Japan and on occasion causes the iris of the eye to have a black streak running through it and three whites around the eyes. It is caused by a mutation in the gene that controls pigmentation, and its name means "black stripe" in Japanese. A cure for Sanpanku eyes is not known, and from my research, the condition is relatively rare. In spite of this, I have read that the condition is not harmful to vision or overall health.

There is a Japanese belief these types of eyes (Yin) have sociological problems and it is known as the psychopath stare -- I am not sure I agree. What is interesting is that in Japanese face reading Sanpaku means "three whites" if you stare in a mirror you will see that your eyes have two sides one to the left and right. Those that have Sanpaku can indicate white also either below or upright. Therefore the eyes look like they are "staring" so I am going to go into the spiritual meaning of these types of eyes. 

What are Sanpanku eyes?

In Japanese, the word "Sanpanku" (さんぱんく) describes the eye found in snakes and lizards. If we translate "sanpaku" this can be interpreted as "three whites" and literally this is associated with how our eye divides up and the “space” of white around our eye. The Japanese believe the whites of our eyes indicate our spiritual path in life. The superstition that people with these eyes are dangerous was widespread in the 1960s, as many murders had occurred, and people believed that the murderers had extra white at either the bottom or top of their eyes. For now, I just wanted to let you know that face reading, or as I like to refer to it: in physiognomy, encompasses many different interpretations of what certain features on the face represent. Large pupils are a sign of intelligence or wisdom but also a sign of danger or aggression. 

Is having Sanpanku eyes bad?

It was in 1965 that Japanese macrobiotic theorist George Ohsawa said, "The long and short of it is that a person with sanpaku eyes is not long for this world. He is doomed." In other words, someone with sanpaku eyes will die soon. According to Ohsawa, sanpaku eyes are associated with three main causes of death. First, the person will kill themselves. The second possibility is that someone else will kill them. Natural death is the third possibility. So is this really true? Also, I bet you are here because you are wondering about the personality of the sanpaku person that you know. In order to explore this further we need to turn to more information in his book. George Ohsawa views sanpanku eyes as a way to see the world in harmony with nature, seeking the truth, and helping others. There is a belief that this way of looking at the world can bring about peace and prosperity. So in my view, this is also a lucky sign. Famous people, princess Diana and Bille Eilish are supposed to have Sanpaku eyes, but on the other hand, there are pictures online where their eyes do not have permanent white underneath or on top. 

What is interesting, is that sanpanku eyes are also a type of eye found in some animals, such as snakes and lizards. A large pupil occupies most of the eye in these creatures. Although they are able to see well in low light conditions, bright light can be difficult for them to see through. Snakes and lizards have slit-like pupils, while humans have round pupils. Therefore, if you see someone with very large pupils, they are not necessarily Sanpanku eyes!

Are these types “Sanpaku” eyes rare?

In Asia, Sanpaku eyes are quite common, despite their rarity in the Western world. From celebrities to everyday people, you can find Sanpaku eyes everywhere. One in three Japanese people has sanpaku eyes, for example.

 

Throughout history, Sanpaku eyes have been associated with a variety of things. In some cultures. I have already said before they are seen as a sign of good luck and are thought to bring people good fortune. Others consider them a sign of wisdom and intelligence. In addition, some people believe that sanpaku eyes are a sign of impending death.

 

Sanpaku eyes are certainly unique and interesting to look at, regardless of the variety of beliefs about them. If you have seen someone with sanpaku eyes then like me, you maybe confused. It's just something about them that makes you stare in fascination if you come across someone with these eyes.

Does Sanpaku Eyes Meaning Death?

Honestly, I don’t think this is a sign of death. Now, there is a strong belief among many people that sanpaku eyes are a sign that death and many websites claim this. If it was a sign of death then the people who have them would not survive, right? What might be interesting to share with you is that when we die the white film suddenly covers our eyes following death. Sanpaku eyes are said to be related to the exit of the soul from the body, and individuals with sanpaku eyes are more likely to pass before death. There is a real lack of scientific evidence, even though this is a popular theory is a popular one in many cultures. Now bear with me here -- as I know it might seem a bit crazy. It is important to look at science and how this can affect Chinese beliefs. According to Japanese tradition, people with sanpaku eyes are tough and have a focus in life. Having sanpaku eyes, however, is believed to bring good luck and long life in India.

 

Sanpanku eyes and the darkness of Charles Manson

It is known that Charles Manson had Sanpanku eyes, I'm not saying all people with these eyes have criminal tendencies but it is important to understand what we can learn from this. Charles Manson led a small but notorious cult known as the "Manson Family" in California. It is believed that this group committed a series of brutal murders, most notably that of actress Sharon Tate and several others in Tate's Los Angeles home. As result of the murders, which shocked and horrified the entire world according to the Japanese due to Sanpanku.

What do Sanpanku eyes mean spiritually?

A person with Sanpanku eyes may be destined to become a great spiritual leader, according to some. People with Sanpanku eyes are said to have a deep understanding of the spiritual world and are capable of communicating with spirits.

There is also a belief that people with Sanpanku eyes are compassionate and caring. Often considered natural healers, they are said to be able to help others who are suffering from physical or emotional distress.

Those with Sanpanku eyes must understand that this is not a power that should be used for selfish purposes. It is a gift that should be used to better the world and help others.

What is the personality of people with Sanpanku eyes?

I do feel that those with Sanpanku eyes have a great reputation for compassion and caring among people with Sanpanku eyes. They are often regarded as natural healers who can help others suffering from physical or emotional problems. 

It is also thought that stress, tiredness, or health problems often lead to this trait. So what is the type of personality of those with Sanpaku eyes? Taking offense is easy for them, as they are temperamental. Also in my view, people with these eyes tend to make enemies easily. The Japanese consider that the person is not dangerous if they have three white sides to their eyes. Illness, depression, or exhaustion can cause it to be temporary. If this is the case, if you have these eyes it is thought that you need to get some rest and replenish your energy ---- in order to relax and re-energize. Nervous energy should be let go by this person.

Public figures with three-sided eyes include John F. Kennedy, Yitzhak Rabin, Abraham Lincoln, and Martin Luther King Jr. There is a tendency for famous people to have this trait. 

In addition to being wise and insightful, people with Sanpanku eyes are also considered to be very intelligent. Advice and guidance are often sought from them. It is important to remember that if you believe that you have Sanpanku eyes, you should not use it for personal gain. To make the world a better place, it should be used to help others.

What does it mean to see white at the bottom of your eyes?

White at the bottom of your eye, or white in someone else's eye, is a sign of spiritual purity, enlightenment, or impending danger. Regardless of the meaning for you, it is important to follow any guidance you feel you are receiving. I’m not medically trained but in my research, I found that vitreous detachment could be the cause of this symptom. When the white suddenly appears at the bottom of your eye (and you are not born with it means then I would urge you to seek medical advice, this spiritual meaning I am focusing on the pure spiritual meaning.

What does it mean to have Sanpaku above the eye?

To see white at the top of the eye traditionally in Japanese superstition culture can indicate that there could be a danger in life. Think of it like this: above the eye indicates that there are dangers in life and if you have this can mean there is a problem with emotions. Above the eye is supposed to yield difficulties and problems and maybe criminal tendencies. 

Sanpanku eyes theory and the Kennedy Assassination

For years, the Kennedy assassination has been hotly debated, with no clear consensus on what actually happened. According to the Warren Commission, it was a lone gunman. According to theories, Lee Harvey Oswald the lone gunman had Sanpanku eyes. Oswald was a former Marine who had defected to the Soviet Union and then returned to the United States. He was working as a security guard at the Texas School Book Depository on the day of the Kennedy assassination. Shortly after the shooting, Oswald was arrested, and he claimed to be a patsy. According to him, he was set up to take responsibility for the murder. Before he could stand trial, Oswald was shot and killed by Jack Ruby two days later. Oswald was the lone gunman in the Kennedy assassination, according to the Warren Commission, and the reason I mention this is that he was supposed to have Sanpanku eyes. 

What is the conclusion of these types of eyes?

It is possible to draw a few conclusions from someone who has sanpaku eyes. Stress or insufficient sleep may be the cause of the person's fatigue. The person may be ill or have an imbalance in their health. As a last resort, it is also possible that the person is genetically predisposed to having sanpaku eyes. Whatever the cause, sanpaku eyes in my view can indicate good luck or something difficult impending in life. I personally feel that this is a positive omen in all the research I have completed. 

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Best Dark Spot Remover: Real Advice, Real Results

Let’s face it—dark spots are just plain annoying. One day your skin’s clear, and the next? A stubborn mark from a breakout, a sunburn, or something hormonal decides to move in… and stay. You try a dozen creams, scroll through endless skincare hacks, and still, nothing seems to fade it for good.

If you’re in this boat, you’re definitely not alone. The hunt for the best dark spot remover can feel overwhelming—but here’s the good news: there are real, science-backed solutions that work. No miracle cures. Just the right ingredients, a bit of consistency, and a product that suits your skin.

Let’s break down what actually causes these spots, what ingredients to trust, and how skincare companies like Devriz Healthcare are helping people finally see results.

Why Do Dark Spots Even Happen?

They’re more common than you think. Most of us will deal with some kind of hyperpigmentation at some point. It’s just the skin reacting to damage, whether it’s from:

Sun exposure (yep, even those five minutes you thought didn’t count)

Acne that left a little memory behind

Hormonal shifts (like melasma)

Scratches or inflammation that didn’t heal cleanly

Or simply aging

It all boils down to excess melanin production. That’s the pigment in your skin—and when it clusters up in one spot, you get those patches or marks we call dark spots.

Not All Dark Spot Removers Are Equal

Let’s be real: just because something is labeled “spot corrector” doesn’t mean it’ll actually work. The best dark spot remover is one that’s been formulated with proven ingredients. And no, that doesn’t have to mean expensive or harsh.

Here’s what really matters:

✅ Vitamin C

Brightens dull skin and helps lighten spots over time. It also protects you from further damage. Not all forms are the same—some are more stable and effective than others.

✅ Niacinamide

A gentle multitasker. It reduces redness, evens out skin tone, and supports your skin barrier. A good option for those with sensitive or acne-prone skin.

✅ Alpha Arbutin

This one’s a quiet powerhouse. It works slowly, but consistently, to lighten dark spots and even out pigmentation. Much gentler than traditional bleaching agents.

✅ Kojic Acid

Used in lower doses, this can help with sun spots and melasma. Too much of it? Could irritate. So formulation matters here.

✅ Licorice Root

Great for calming irritation while also helping to fade spots. Ideal if your skin gets upset easily.

✅ Gentle Acids (like glycolic or lactic)

These help remove old, dead skin cells and allow your active ingredients to work better.

Many skincare brands overload products with too much of one thing. But companies like Devriz Healthcare take a different approach—blending ingredients in ways that support your skin, not overwhelm it.

What Works for You Depends on… Well, You

There’s no one-size-fits-all here. What works wonders for one person might irritate another’s skin. Here’s a quick breakdown based on your skin type:

Oily or acne-prone skin? Go for lightweight serums with niacinamide or alpha arbutin. Avoid thick creams that might clog your pores.

Dry skin? You’ll need something that treats spots and hydrates. Look for formulas that include hyaluronic acid alongside your brighteners.

Sensitive skin? Go slow. Start with licorice extract or products with minimal active ingredients. Strong acids will probably make things worse.

Mature skin? Pair exfoliating acids (like glycolic) with vitamin C to target both pigmentation and texture.

Luckily, Devriz Healthcare formulates with these nuances in mind. Their line of targeted treatments gives you options based on your specific skin concerns, not just generic claims.

Using the Best Dark Spot Remover… the Right Way

Here’s something not everyone tells you: even the best dark spot remover can’t do much if you’re not using it correctly.

A few things to keep in mind:

Be consistent. It takes time—usually at least 6–8 weeks to see noticeable change.

Sunscreen is non-negotiable. UV exposure can undo all your progress. Apply SPF every single morning, even on cloudy days.

Less is more. Don’t layer too many actives. Mixing acids, retinol, and vitamin C without a plan can backfire fast.

Patience wins. Some ingredients work slow but steady. That’s a good thing—they’re less likely to irritate.

With the right product and a bit of patience, you’ll likely start seeing your skin even out and glow naturally.

Devriz Healthcare: A Brand That Gets It

There’s something refreshing about a brand that doesn’t overpromise but still delivers. That’s exactly the reputation Devriz Healthcare is building in the skincare world. Their dark spot solutions don’t rely on gimmicks—they’re built around ingredients that work, packaged in a way that keeps things simple.

What they’re doing right:

Focusing on ingredient balance, not just strength

Tailoring formulations for Indian skin tones and tropical climates

Leaving out unnecessary fillers and harsh chemicals

If you’ve been overwhelmed by choices or burned by bad products in the past, this might be the approach your skin’s been waiting for.

Final Word: Progress Over Perfection

Finding the best dark spot remover isn’t about chasing miracles. It’s about finding a product that aligns with your skin, your routine, and your comfort level.

Yes, there’s science involved—but there’s also a bit of trial and error. The good news? You don’t have to do it blind. With brands like Devriz Healthcare creating thoughtful, well-balanced solutions, you’re in safer hands than ever before.

Want clearer skin that actually feels good, too? Start with something gentle, consistent, and backed by real results—not hype.

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Can IV Therapy Help with Acne and Skin Inflammation in Dubai’s Weather?

You wake up, look in the mirror, and see it again, another breakout. You've changed your skincare routine, cleaned up your diet, and are drinking more water. Still, your skin seems to be fighting back, especially in Dubai's dry, dusty, and sometimes unpredictable climate.

You're not alone. Many residents of the UAE report worsened skin issues after moving here, especially acne, dehydration-related dullness, and inflammation. So it's no surprise that some are turning to IV drip at home in Dubai as a possible skin solution. But can it actually help with acne and skin inflammation, or is it just another wellness trend?

Let's explore what the science says, how IV therapy works, and when it might be a smart step for your skincare.

Understanding the Skin - Weather Connection in Dubai

Dubai's environment is uniquely challenging for the skin. You're exposed to:

Extreme heat, which increases sweat and oil production

Low humidity indoors (thanks to constant A/C), which dehydrates the skin

Airborne dust and pollution, which can clog pores and cause inflammation

Sun exposure, a known contributor to oxidative skin stress

For people with acne-prone or sensitive skin, these factors create the perfect storm. Even if you're using the right topical products, your skin may be battling internal imbalances, like low hydration, inflammation, or nutritional deficiencies, that external skincare alone can't fix.

This is where IV therapy at home in Dubai enters the conversation.

What's in an IV Drip for Skin?

IV therapy for skin typically contains a blend of hydrating fluids, antioxidants, and vitamins that support skin repair, reduce inflammation, and improve circulation.

Common skin-focused IV drip ingredients include:

Vitamin C: A potent antioxidant that supports collagen production and helps reduce redness and inflammation. According to the Journal of Clinical and Aesthetic Dermatology, vitamin C can improve acne-related pigmentation and skin barrier function.

Glutathione: Known as the body's "master antioxidant," it's believed to neutralize free radicals, reduce melanin production, and even out skin tone.

Zinc: Shown in studies (such as BioMed Research International, 2014) to reduce acne lesions and inflammation.

B-complex vitamins: Important for cell turnover and reducing skin stress.

Magnesium: Can calm skin-related inflammation and help regulate oil production.

When delivered via IV, these nutrients bypass the digestive system, offering faster absorption and potentially stronger results than oral supplements, especially if your gut health is compromised.

Can IV Therapy Actually Help with Acne?

Let's be clear: IV therapy is not a miracle cure for acne. However, it may offer real, measurable support when acne is driven by inflammation, oxidative stress, dehydration, or nutritional gaps, which is often the case in adults experiencing environmental skin flare-ups.

Here's how it may help:

Reduces Inflammation from the Inside Out Chronic inflammation plays a major role in acne. Antioxidants like glutathione and vitamin C can help reduce systemic inflammation that contributes to clogged pores and redness.

Supports Skin Detoxification IV therapy may assist the liver in detoxification—particularly with glutathione. While "detox" is a buzzword often misused, supporting your body's natural elimination pathways can be helpful when dealing with acne exacerbated by pollution or medications.

Improves Hydration Skin needs water to stay supple, clear, and calm. IV fluids rehydrate your body at the cellular level, which can enhance elasticity, reduce dullness, and support better barrier function.

Addresses Micronutrient Deficiencies Zinc, magnesium, and certain B vitamins are frequently deficient in people with persistent acne. A custom IV drip can restore balance, which in turn improves overall skin function.

Why IV Drip at Home in Dubai Makes Sense

Let's face it: when you're managing a busy schedule or don't want to expose your skin to more sun and pollution, a clinic visit might feel like a chore. That's where IV therapy at home in Dubai offers a compelling advantage.

DHA-licensed nurses visit your home with sterile equipment and pre-mixed formulas.

You avoid traffic, sun, and unnecessary stress on inflamed skin.

The entire process takes about 30–45 minutes, and you can relax while it happens.

Many residents report noticeable skin improvement in hydration, tone, and calmness after 2–3 sessions, especially when IVs are combined with topical and dietary routines.

Caution and Realistic Expectations

While IV therapy can be a helpful tool, it should not replace dermatological care for moderate to severe acne. According to the American Academy of Dermatology, acne that doesn't respond to lifestyle and OTC treatments should be managed by a licensed dermatologist.

Additionally:

Always consult your physician before trying IV therapy if you have chronic conditions (e.g., kidney disease, liver disorders).

Only use providers with DHA approval and medical-grade ingredients.

Don't overdo it. IV drips are supportive, not a shortcut to healthy skin.

Final Takeaway

Can IV therapy help with acne and inflammation in Dubai's weather? Yes, if used wisely, it can be a valuable addition to your skincare approach, especially when dehydration, heat, or oxidative stress are aggravating your skin.

While not a one-size-fits-all solution, IV drip at home in Dubai provides an accessible, safe, and potentially skin-supportive option for those looking to take a more holistic path to clear, glowing skin.

Next Step:

Interested in trying a skin-supportive IV drip? Look for providers offering custom IV therapy at home in Dubai with ingredients like Vitamin C, glutathione, and zinc. Ask for a consultation to tailor the formula to your needs, and always start with a medically informed plan.

Would you like a downloadable skin-focused IV drip checklist to share with your provider?

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Best Skin Doctor in Karur: For the Skin You Live In and the Life You Want to Live

Some wounds don’t bleed. Some scars don’t show. Skin problems — they may seem “outside,” but their real damage happens inside. Ask someone who’s avoided weddings because of their acne. Ask the bride who cancelled her shoot due to pigmentation. Ask the student hiding behind a dupatta in class. You’ll understand why the Best Skin Doctor in Karur isn’t just a doctor — they’re a lifeline.

In a town like Karur where people still whisper, “Why spend on skin? Just drink water and sleep,” it takes courage to seek help. But once you walk into the right consultation room, you realise — skin healing is soul healing.

When Skin Becomes a Silent Battle

It starts small. A pimple here. A patch there. Maybe itching at night. Maybe dandruff that refuses to leave. Slowly, it becomes part of you. Not just your skin — your identity. And without realising, your world shrinks.

But the best skin doctor in Karur sees beyond what the mirror shows. They see your hesitation, your frustration, your Google searches at 2 AM. And they offer more than just a prescription — they offer understanding.

Why This Doctor Stands Apart

What makes the best doctor the best is not just the degree or the clinic lights. It’s the approach. And here’s what that looks like in action:

They ask, not assume. Skin issues aren’t just biology. They’re about lifestyle, hormones, stress, climate — especially in a place like Karur with dry air and rising humidity.

They personalise treatment. Not every skin reacts the same. The best doctor tailors the process for Tamil skin tones, local diets, and sun exposure levels.

They care beyond the cure. They teach you how to maintain it. What products don't waste money on? What habits to leave? What confidence to pick up.

This is where medical care meets emotional intelligence. And that’s rare.

Numbers that Speak Louder Than Creams

Recent field data shows that 72% of adults in Karur aged 20 to 40 have faced recurring skin problems, but only 22% sought professional help. Why? Mostly due to fear, cost, or embarrassment.

But among those who did consult top dermatologists, 89% reported emotional relief within 2 months of starting treatment. That’s not just skin — that’s identity being rebuilt.

This is why expertise matters. This is why compassion matters. This is why choosing the best matters.

And That’s Why They Choose Sanjay Rithik Hospital

At Sanjay Rithik Hospital, people don’t feel judged. They feel heard. That’s the power of the human touch — where technology meets empathy. The doctors here listen like a friend, diagnose like a pro, and treat like a guardian.

People from nearby towns and even villages now travel here — because the results speak louder than words. From laser sessions to skin health coaching, every solution is rooted in respect for you. That’s what makes it home to the Best Skin Doctor in Karur.

Conclusion: Start Where You Are, Heal Where You Need To

The skin we’re born with isn’t ours to select. But we do get to choose how we take care of it. And sometimes, taking that first step towards the best doctor is the bravest decision of all.

Because skin is not a beauty issue. It’s a health issue. It’s a self-worth issue.

So if your skin could speak, would it ask you to finally choose the best care it deserves?

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How can you tell the difference between white spots and vitiligo?

White patches on the skin can be concerning, but not all of them indicate vitiligo. Distinguishing between general white spots and vitiligo is essential for correct treatment and emotional well-being.

White spots can result from various causes such as fungal infections (like tinea versicolor), sun damage, eczema, or nutritional deficiencies. These patches are usually smaller, less defined, and may fade with treatment or over time. They often lack the sharp borders and progressive nature of vitiligo.

Vitiligo, on the other hand, is an autoimmune condition where the body attacks its own pigment cells, leading to well-defined, pale white patches that can gradually spread. These patches often appear symmetrically and may affect areas like the face, hands, feet, and genitals. Unlike other white spots, vitiligo doesn’t cause scaling or itching in most cases and is more persistent.

Diagnosis usually requires a dermatologist’s evaluation, and sometimes a Wood’s lamp examination, to differentiate between depigmentation and other skin conditions.

While there is no cure for vitiligo, cosmetic solutions are available to help manage its appearance. Many individuals opt to buy vitiligo camouflage cream online to even out skin tone and regain confidence.

One trusted source is Darclore, which offers solutions designed to blend naturally with your skin. Whether your concern is white spots or diagnosed vitiligo, understanding the root cause and exploring the right treatment or coverage options can make a significant difference in both appearance and self-esteem.

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Say Goodbye to Skin Problems with the Best Skin Specialist in Patna

Fighting acne or pigmentation? Don't worry, you're not alone. Skin issues plague individuals of all ages and can damage their confidence and comfort. The good news is that you don't have to suffer through it alone. With assistance from the best dermatologist in Patna, you will be able to say goodbye to your skin issues. Whether a persistent rash or a chronic skin problem, professional treatment by a dermatologist in Patna can change your life. 

Let us see how professional skin care can change the look of your skin and why selecting the best skin specialist in Patna is the beginning of a healthier, radiant you.

Why Professional Skin Care Is Important

We tend to experiment with multiple creams, face packs, and home remedies to correct skin problems. But when troubles refuse to go away, they tend to worsen unless treated adequately. That's why a visit to the top skin doctor in Patna becomes necessary. The professional knows precisely what your skin demands and provides treatments based on your specific skin type and condition.

When you entrust a professional, particularly one who works in the best skin clinic in Patna, you can rest assured of getting genuine results, not mere quick fixes.

Common Skin Complaints People Face in Patna

Dust, pollution, and a hectic lifestyle in cities like Patna can ruin the skin. Some of the most common skin complaints people encounter are:

Pimples and acne

Dry or oily skin

Skin allergies

Dark spots and pigmentation

Eczema or rashes

Uneven skin tone

If any of these are your problem areas, it's time to consult the best skin specialist in Patna, who can identify and treat the underlying cause.

When Do You Need to Consult a Skin Doctor?

Small changes in the skin can be easily neglected until they turn into serious issues. However, consulting a skin doctor in Patna early can avoid things from turning worse. You must visit a dermatologist if you observe:

Long-term acne or regular breakouts

Itching or persistent red rashes

Dry, scaly skin that does not get cured with moisturizers

Darkening of the skin or spots that continuously increase

The sooner you take action, the higher your hopes of speeding up the healing process with consultation from the best dermatologist in Patna.

Advantages of Visiting the Top Skin Clinic in Patna

You may ask, "Why not purchase skincare products online?" The reason is easy to understand: they are universal solutions. But at the best skin clinic in Patna, you receive:

A thorough skin analysis

Treatments according to your skin type and lifestyle

Personalized skin care routines

Access to the latest technology and machines

Long-term solutions, not temporary fixes

When your skin is worked on by the top dermatologist in Patna, the difference can be seen in fresher, smoother, and healthier skin.

What Makes a Best Skin Doctor?

The best skin doctor in Patna not only treats skin, but they are also concerned about their patients. Here are some things to consider:

Years of experience and quality training

A compassionate, patient-friendly attitude

Clear explanation of the problem and treatment

Employment of innovative techniques and equipment

Follow-ups and counseling for healthy skin in the long term

The top dermatologists are always concerned with your comfort and make sure you know what is happening at each step in the treatment.

Skin Treatments You Can Expect

The best skin clinic in Patna has plenty of services for both men and women, including:

Acne treatment: Medication creams, oral medications, and peels

Skin glow therapy: To make the skin radiant and depigmented

Laser hair removal: Pain-free and safe

Anti-aging treatments: Including facials, Botox, and fillers

With a consultation to the top dermatologist in Patna, you are able to treat everything from everyday skin problems to unusual skin diseases.

How to Care for Your Skin After Treatment?

Treatment is not just enough; post-treatment care is also crucial. Your best skin specialist in Patna will advise you on how to sustain results. Some of the general tips are:

Apply sunscreen daily

Follow a basic skincare regimen

Don't use harsh soaps and scrubs

Hydrate well and consume nutritious food

Avoid putting your hands on your face

Don't miss follow-ups

These easy steps, if repeated regularly, can assist you in maintaining your skin healthy and radiant long after your treatment at the best skin clinic in Patna.

Meet the Skin Expert: Dr. Abhijeet Kumar Jha, The Face Behind Healthy Skin

Skin care with a difference can never be better than the services of Dr. Abhijeet Kumar Jha, who is the best skin specialist in Patna as far as reliability and success are different. He is renowned as a kind person with a modern outlook and with a lot of years of experience in treating every type of skin issue. It may be the acne or pigmentation; his clinic has available, safe, and advanced solutions that match you. When you contact Dr. Abhijeet Kumar Jha, you will not be treated; you will be taken care of by him every step of the way. There are some of the best skin clinic in Patna, and his clinic is indeed among such top.

Choosing the Perfect Skin Doctor for You

Picking a good skin doctor in Patna does not have to be challenging, and here are some tips to make it simple:

Get referrals from friends and relatives

Check online reviews and testimonials

Go visit the clinic to observe the hygiene and attitude of the staff

Observe if the doctor is patient and responds to your queries

Inquire about the technology they employ

A good skin expert will never rush the consultation. They will give you time to know your problems and find what's best for you.

Conclusion

You no longer have to hide behind makeup or live with itchy, painful, or dull skin. The top dermatologist in Patna will help you restore your natural glow and confidence. It begins with an easy first step: making an appointment.

Whether it's acne, allergies, or whatever ails you, professional treatment at the best skin clinic in Patna is what makes the difference. It's time to take control of your skin health and feel confident once again about your skin.

So why delay? Bid adieu to skin ailments and hello to radiant, healthy skin with the expertise of the best skin specialist in Patna.